That was the title of the post I made on Facebook last week. It struck me at that moment, on a warm Monday morning, on the sort of clear, hot day that spells spring in the northern rivers, that the marks that watercolour make are like no other.
And that I love the marks as much as I love the pictures they make.
Except when it isn’t. Day two in a probably endless series of days when I couldn’t do it without the support of my friends. Too
You can indeed get there from here ..  they say. And I ask you ‘ Who are THEY’ and what is it that THEY know that we don’t.
It’s the last day of my break. Tomorrow I go back to Stanthorpe to deliver my exhibition to the Regional Gallery. I’ve had a few days here at Fordsdale Farmstay to rest and recuperate. The goats and horses grazing , sometime near my camp, sometimes far away. Today is my last chance to draw the goats in particular. This is what I learnt.
Winning prizes is not just about the painting. So much organising goes in on both sides of the competition.
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